advent despondence

if you were living a love of blind impress
you wouldn't see that a rainbow can hide
a crack in the wall where a dream grows
until it is countless devalued dreams wide

by the time we wake to the size of the drift
sought salvations come so hopelessly late
the desperate belief that love transcends all
ties us down to the cold rails of fate

the drive and desire of all hope is to soar
but a broken heart will only once fly
beyond all our ever afters and every soul deep
where an unrealised dream goes to die